Memory

"The moon a gorgeous ball of orange
Slides up the horizon line."
I remember these lines from a poem I wrote
When I was not quite nine.
I sent it in to The Denver Post
They grantrd me honorable note
But my poem vanished long ago
I remember a few lines I wrote
"Lovers strolling alone in the park
Need no words,
They are sung by the moon's nightengale"
I'd really love to find that poem
But I've searched to no avail.